I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 155
The man chuckled, carelessly tossing the corpse aside as if it were filthy trash.
“Pathetic worms.”
He muttered quietly, letting out a sigh, then removed his robe.
“What a nasty country. Everything here, from start to finish, is utterly draining. No wonder they’re so weak.”
Growing up in an environment where they’re well-fed, warm, and without a single hardship—there’s no way they could grow strong.
They’re content, complacent with their comfortable reality. In a world where one can live without learning to survive like we do…
“It’s nauseatingly repulsive.”
He muttered lowly, clicking his tongue as he dropped onto the bed.
“This is why dealing with anything unrelated to Xieman is a headache.”
Roughly brushing his hair back, he muttered to himself.
“I’ve heard recently that Kagan has been practically glued to that princess’s side… it might not be as easy as we thought.”
“No, it’ll be easy. The time is coming soon.”
“Ah… indeed, you’re right.”
“We’ve stirred things up a bit, so… Kagan won’t be able to avoid acting directly this time.”
Clicking his tongue, the man let out a laugh, then scrubbed his hands with the handkerchief brought by his subordinates, tossing it aside without care.
Plop-.
The wet cloth fell to the ground, landing in front of the corpse with unclosed eyes, left sprawled and abandoned in a corner of the room for some time.
***
“Nisha.”
“Ah, yes…”
Having been corrected repeatedly for using formal language by Kagan, Nisha was now trying to speak more casually, though changing the way she’d spoken all her life didn’t feel particularly comfortable.
As he looked at Nisha’s face, Kagan grinned and kissed her.
“Good job, well done.”
Every time Nisha managed to speak correctly, Kagan would reward her with a kiss, though who knew where he’d learned such a habit.
“Just a little further, and we’ll reach Shaman Territory.”
“Shaman Territory…”
“As I mentioned, it’s one of the few areas with a broad, even expanse of land, so crops are grown there. Though, of course, they’re nothing extraordinary.”
“Just the fact that something grows in this land seems remarkable…”
Nisha murmured softly.
And it made sense, given that everywhere around them was barren, dry soil that seemed utterly devoid of nutrients.
To her eyes, anything that managed to grow here seemed like a miracle.
“Praising it won’t make anything more appear, you know.”
“No, it’s not praise, I’m genuinely surp…”
As Nisha was speaking, her words were cut off as Kagan captured her lips, making her swallow her words along with the kiss.
Ever since that day, the first time Nisha had embraced Kagan and kissed him first, this had become a common occurrence.
He would kiss her whenever he felt like it, be it on the back of her hand, her hair, her eyelids, her lips, her forehead, or her cheeks—without caring who might be around.
At first, she just accepted it, but after a while, curiosity got the better of her, and she asked him why he did it. Kagan tilted his head and replied,
“You’re mine. Kissing what’s mine is my right. Besides, I belong to you, too, so you can kiss me anytime you like. I don’t mind at all.”
Faced with such an audacious answer, she gave up on the conversation.
Not that she disliked it.
After all, for people to connect, for their skin to meet, there had to be a sense of affection involved.
In any case, it felt like being cherished, so she didn’t mind it. Still, she was beginning to feel it was getting a bit excessive.
“Mm…”
Kagan finally released her lips after a long, lingering kiss, giving a slight smirk as he did so.
“Good girl.”
“…Anyway, it really is impressive that they managed to grow crops here…(formal speech)” She corrected herself mid-sentence, “…I mean, here. (informal speech)”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.”
Blushing slightly, she nodded, and Kagan, resting his chin in his hand, nodded indifferently.
